Luyện nghe bài hát No Equal

(Number One
Competition is none) -->

[ 1: Ju-Ju ]
got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start shit
Cause I been rhymin since way when
Straight up and from the heart is how always been
Now punk niggas test me
But all that tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you know well
That you'll fall off in a minute, that shit don't sell
how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, you're fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, play, son
See, the days of payin dues is
I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I ya
We battle one time, dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

You know we're one
is none

[ VERSE 2: Les ]
The Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super
on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this sound
Open up the knapsack, out what we found
H-h-horns, bass,
Beats get in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time
Yo, I'm 'cold like Flavor
Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can ya'
Just like the Biz
Remember - uugh! - I drop to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to mama
I bend girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I I gotta
Stop, because the said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you to be, you can't roast this
Nut, what's up? You wanna get up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you know my words are
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)

[ 3: Fashion (Al' Tariq) ]
line I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you reck-
On with Fashion, by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a has hamstrings
Young dames, I em and Jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you
The chicks I stick shit with, I your figures
Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for
Fash the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets
I touch up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool
I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause I flow like the Nile, son
Tame is for Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let the
Fierce force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap
(Your mic, and my mic - on yo, no equal)